Prucilla is a collector of fine words, books, degrees, animals, and now children (though, I believe her collection to be complete at this point.  The child-collection, anyway).  Her home has decided, quite of its own volition, to collect filth.

She is a freelance writer/editor, who works non-stop on the Great American Novel, only to continue working/revising, in an ouroboros of  words. 

When she isn’t writing, reading, or loading her plate full of stressful and humiliating experiences, she is running and reliving said experiences in her mind, or doing terrible things with words and grammar.  Language is meant to be played with, and grammatical rules beg for a word-dominatrix to break them.  An opprobrious idiom ouroboros?

Though she is slight of build, if provoked, she will poke you in the eye, and elbow you in the unmentionables. 

That’s far more than anyone needs to know.  Wanna know something else?  Ask.  I might answer.